The Mouse That Roared

Just so tired, of people deciding, when I need protection.

Why do

Some people feel

This need

To protect me

From the big bad world?

As if

I'm made

From the most delicate

Of bone china

Money can buy.

HELLO

I'm human

Not some china doll

A collector buys.

Yes

Some very horrific events

Have happened

In my past.

For which,

I'm learning skills

To cope

With these traumas.

And yes

There will be days

I'll need help.

But today

Isn't one!

Author's Note

Previous roommates have described my quietness, like having a mouse, as their roommate.